Hung Up On You | KNJ

Contentment

The house Namjoon and Yoongi had chosen was some kind of old Victorian that had been previously chopped up into 5 apartment units. It was a bit of a maze, especially with three units on the second floor, but by the time they'd arrived, you had signed all the paperwork and gotten everything situated.

You were unhappy at first that they were going to take out loans anyway for all of their first years, but when they showed you the building online, you began to work out exactly how much it was going to cost to furnish it. The idea made you wince, which allowed all seven brothers to jump on you about how much this was going to cost, and why they were perfectly willing to spend their own money doing things.

All seven, because even Hoseok was going to move in and share a unit with Yoongi. Roommates for now, and you had given yourself a very stern talk to not hope for much more for the two of them. At least not out loud anyways. Then you'd sat everyone else down privately and told them that if they made any jokes about how "They're just roommates," that they would ALL be open to those kinds of jokes and had somehow driven it home to let things happen at their own pace.

And for the most part, they behaved.

After the boys had moved over to the US, you had gotten the most basic of basics set up for each of them. Beds and Linens, the bare minimum of towels and what not for the bathrooms and new appliances where it was needed.

Most of the units needed some serious upgrades, but Namjoon and Yoongi turned their attention towards the plumbing, electrical and the roof of the building. And that was indeed where the largest amount of funds had to be spent after the initial purchase of the house. Namjoon had forbidden you from paying for the building outright, and talked you into a 30-year loan, after he'd worked out the math.

Those first few months between their announcement and the time they actually left Korea was full of who was sleeping where and what needed to be purchased yet. It was honestly a blurred memory and you smiled to yourself to remember those frantic days and nights of preparing for them to arrive.

That first weekend you all spent at the house, with everyone around you, finally together again. Safe, loved, warm in the cocoon of having your family with you once again. It had done wonders to repair the damage to your soul that you had suffered through at the hands of your parents and their demands.

Namjoon had taken one of the downstairs apartments, and insisted you have the other. Though you expected giggles from the peanut gallery, they must have had their own discussion, for nothing was said, not to you at least. You thought perhaps they were still teasing Namjoon, but after having everyone settle in, and the house went silent, you gave in and opened your door to go find Namjoon. Only to see him standing outside the door, arguing with himself about knocking.

You had dragged him inside, and that was all the encouragement he seemed to need before he had pulled you deeper into the tiny apartment.

His kisses drove you insane after missing him for so long, and the feeling of his hands running all over your body was more than you could take. Slowly, as he kissed you down the hallway, you began to tug off clothes. When you reached for Joon's shirt, you thought for a minute he might stop you again like he had so many times before, but this time he just ripped it off himself, then gathered you back to him.

Chest to chest, skin to skin for the first time in ages and you moaned with delight, causing Namjoon to hurriedly kiss you again.

"You know they're right above us," he whispered and now you laughed a little.

"Joonie, we are surrounded! What are you going to do," you teased, your voice panting out a little. His lips may have stopped, but his hands were moving from your back down to caress your ass and back up again in the most tantalizing of motions.

He leaned down a little and lifted you from underneath your thighs until your legs naturally wrapped around his waist for balance. Striding down the hall until he reached the door to your room, he tumbled you both onto the bed.

"Well, I think we could talk a bit more about leadership philosophies if you wanted," he said, pressing you into the pillows and nipping at your throat. "Or we could talk about the role of the individual team members? I mean if you wanted," he said and now you moaned entirely too loudly as his tongue worked its way down from your neck to the tops of your breasts, "we could always talk about the stationary we're going to use at the office. Or what we're going to name the company."

You were coming absolutely undone in his arms, as you always seemed to when he was in this playful mood, but this was too much even for the two of you.

Reaching down, you tugged on his long hair until he laid his check against your tummy and smirked up at you.

"Kim Namjoon, if you try to not do this one more time, I swear I will scream the house down," you threatened, and then squeaked when he moved back up your body to lean an elbow on either side of your head.

"Baby, when we do this, I guarantee you're going to scream, but PLEASE Livie, try not to bring them all down here. I have so many plans, and none of them involve that mob upstairs," he whined and now giggling you leaned up to kiss him again.

This time, he didn't stop.

You did in fact scream at several points.

No one came to find you or interrupted.

But you had a hell of a lot of fun.